Bit 2
At the Docks

The streets were dark, just a scant bit of light coming from the streetlights as we made our way toward the docks. During the day, I barely noticed how dingy the city had become, but at night, at night the dark edges of the city seemed to fold in on themselves. I pulled my wrap closer around me as I strode next to my companion.

"What are we looking for again?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, ma'am," he replied in his silvery tone.

I stopped. It wasn't like Jarvis to keep me in the dark. I put my hand on his arm. "Tell me, old friend, what alerted you to the blaster. How do you know it's what we're looking for?"

Jarvis hesitated. "I can't tell you out in the open like this." He looked around. "It's not safe to discuss on the street."

I gestured to a late night diner on the corner. "Then fill me in over coffee. It'll be safer for both of us to go in with our eyes open, rather than one of us in the dark."

"Don't you trust me?" He asked quietly.

I allowed my hand to brush his coat again. "Of course I trust you. But I also know that things aren't always what they seem." I started walking toward the diner. "Let me buy you a cup and you can tell me everything."